Kanene's notes: As it seems when I wasn't looking ??? Fucking Felipe Minecraft just came here and made a nest in my mind and refuses to leave so now I have a new comfort character as it seems.
Also I know that Richas and Philza didn't interact a lot but I like to think they are final bosses for each other. The day Richas adopts him as his father and Philza adopts him as his son the island explodes and life come to a full cycle.
Warnings: None! Just a tad of angst with plenty of fluff and some silly cheer up tickles. Ticklish!Richarlyson and Ler!Philza. Around 4.000 words. Richas uses all pronouns here.
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Tio Phil had a nice place.
Richas didn’t spend a lot of time there. Important talks were usually held in other secured spaces and he would rather spend some time building with her parents or causing some ruckus somewhere in the island than constantly invade Tallulah and Chay’s home. Even if they got closer after the Egg Island, it didn’t mean that he stopped feeling awkward around his siblings.
But today… They was tired.
So they hiked to the top of the wall, turned off Philza’s collecting machine and fell in the middle of the potato crops, watching the clouds as they calmly danced around their always-perfectly-sunny sky.
Looking at them, she wouldn’t have to think about how much she missed pai Cellbit and Pa Roier every single day, about how scared Empanada looked and the way she was always clutching her scythe now or how she and mãe Bagi barely came out of their securated base anymore.
If he watched enough the fading forms of the fluffy clouds and the occasional birds that came and went, he wouldn’t have to think about the sharp shapes and bright colors he saw today when he woke up in his old room in pai Cellbit’s castle, full of new stinging scratches covering entirely his arms and legs, the canvas and room filled with red drops of paint and blood. Nor how it felt to burn the piece of art and bury the ashes aways before anyone could see it.
Yes. The Wall was nice. It was calm and beautiful and since her tio and siblings were sleeping like rocks somewhere well hidden he could sneak a few jumps in their trampoline before coming back to a second nap by the plants.
From time to time he would feel something bump on his hand and turn around only to see a cute, small tortoise calmly biting and chewing on a leaf of the crop, probably a fresh fugitive from Talullah’s pond. They could respect its chaotic nature.
“Holy fuck!” A shout nearby almost made him jump out of his skin, fastly turning around, sword in hand, only to see his tio in a similar situation, hand on his heart as he tried to regain his breath amidst his surprised laughter. “Gods, Richarlyson you scared the shit out of me.”
That fished an amused crackle out of Richas, who didn’t feel much like it, but got up and waved a few times, writing a greeting for the adult. She kind of was in his home, afterall.
“Hi, tio! Good afternoon.”
“Good afternoon,” Philza answered, putting his tools back on his trusted backpack once again, now already realizing what was the reason for his machine to have stopped working out of nowhere. He instead pulled a basket out of it.
It has been a while since he harvested his own potatoes by hand, but he had no hurry or plans today. Besides, it was quite a calming activity.
“Were you looking for me? Sorry, me, Chayanne and Tallulah have been spending a lot of time in our… other house.”
It was definitely a way to explain Rose’s protected sanctuary, but he couldn’t tell the kid about that.
A crossing thought made Philza’s body freeze and his eyes became wide. “Wait, is it about our trip? Is it time? Ok, I already got everything prepared but I still need a couple more minutes to leave Tallulah and Chayanne somewhere safe with someone and then we can go… Let me see who is already awake…”
A push in his arm stopped his sentence and called his attention to the dragons’ words.
“It’s fine! :D” Another blue sign quickly followed the first, the sentences being written fast and messily. “It’s not the time for our trip yet, don’t worry. I was just passing by here and decided to take a nap.”
The small dragon, a barely nestling, crouched and let their tail drag across the soil in a calming manner.
There was no rush today. Philza felt his muscles untense.
“Alright then. That is good.” The adult smiled, more relaxed. Richas never commented this with anyone, but sometimes his tios looked like they’re a thousand years old. “Sorry for interrupting your relaxing nap then, mate. As I said, I already got everything covered. The moment you need me, just call, ok?”
Energetic nods. Philza answered with one of his own and turned around, going back to his activity. It was already a habit at this point, to watch a kid with the corner of his eyes as he went on about his day, always aware to any danger or enemy that could appear. That is how he watched as Richas swayed in the same place when he turned around, expression falling to a neutral face as they broke their signs and threw them out of the wall before falling on the ground again, closing her eyes.
Richarlyson was a good kid. An energetic little shit rocketing from one place to the other with an adventurous and reckless spirit almost as big as his heart. Anyone who spent more than 2 minutes with him would see, clear as day how much he loved his parents and loved even more to give them gray hair, always ready for a playful chase, a harmless prank or a fun playdate with his siblings. They didn’t stumble on each other too much nowadays, but at any given time Philza would protect and take care of him just as much as his own kids if needed.
He was a good egg (literally).
That is why it was easy to see that something was off with her. Seeing her walking around without one of his parents or Bad was rare, but not an alarming sign itself, being as independent as they was. But that together with the way that her gestures lacked their usual uncontrollable energy, how he fell the moment Philza turned away and how tiredness clung in his form and brought shadows to her eyes and a weight to her shoulders was definitely something worth noticing.
Something had been bothering the boy and knowing his family and their history on the island… Well, not a single islander had been free from the horrors that permeated every corner of the place, but the brazilians seemed to receive a special - and not in the good way - attention more often than not.
Needless to say, Richarlyson probably had a lot to get worried and sad over, unfortunately.
All of them, the guardians, did their best to save their nestlings the best they could from the enemies and disasters that seemed to follow their every step. However there was just so much a small group could do against gods knows how many entities before their children also began paying a parcel of the price.
It was sorrowful to see the young one like this, but Philza wouldn’t pry. If the kid wanted to come and vent he would happily lend them an ear and give his best comfort. If Richas wanted to just hang out in silence and enjoy the refreshing breeze from the top of the wall then Philza would let him be, as well.
Therefore, he kept collecting the potatoes, humming one of Tallulah’s songs while putting them in crates and organizing the crates in a pile next to the security fence together with the other thousands crates that were already there.
Maybe he should follow Pierre’s example and start selling them to the Federation. Getting paid and becoming an official provider or something like that.
… Nah, he would rather die.
Philza turned around to get another round of potatoes, this time to make more avocado toast to nibble on until dinner, where his daughter would oblige him to cook actual true food for them - which is unfair, because avocado toast is a very good, healthy and energetic, fulfilling food! - when he saw it.
‘It’, more specifically being Richarlyson, who was still around three feets away from him, just like she was after the end of their conversation. Which didn’t make any sense since Philza had moved a good distance further away from his initial spot while harvesting and taking care of his plantation.
Hm.
Interesting.
He kept his gaze forward and his hands moving, not actively watching the kid but still paying attention for any kind of move.
A few steps away, he crouched to adjust a crop that had been almost removed from its spot, planting and firming it back on the soil before getting up again, his wings partially open to lower the sun rays hitting his back.
(With them being destroyed as they were, there was little use he could give them, but this would have to do.)
Pretending to stretch, he tilted his head just slightly amount, in the perfect angle to see that Richas, once again, had moved somehow in this short period of time and was now closer to him, laying on the ground with her eyes closed, a light snore coming out of her muzzle in a quiet ‘mimimi’ sound.
Philza held back a snort.
They kept this up for a while, almost as a game. Philza would continue his task, turn his head for half of a second and when he turned his attention back to the young one it was to see that they was already close again, “napping” with no worries, dead to the world as a rock, all across the field. There was a moment when the winged blonde could almost swear that he saw him crawling amidst the potatoes while following him.
Philza thinks he did a pretty good job in not laughing out loud at their antics, only letting out one or two small snickers here and there fly in the air before being swept away.
He was taking the toasts out of the furnace and storing them in pots when the little dragon “woke up”, yawning and stretching, an amused grin blossoming in his face.
“Hey, king, glad that you're awake. Just made a fresh stack of avocado toast. Here, take some, take some, make sure you have enough for any emergency or attack.”
A loud wheeze was pried from his lips at watching her previous grin quickly turn into a sour face at the sight of the toast, stepping away from them in a half of second.
Richarlyson quickly shook her head as she emphasized that he “would rather have a short and happy life instead, thanks” and that “Tallulah told me terror stories about these when we were in Egg Island 0_0 I am traumatized”, as the signs he placed on the ground said.
Philza had to hold himself on the fence so he and the toast didn't fall from the wall with the force of his laughter.
“Alright, alright.” He quickly acquiesced, putting the rest of the food in the remaining pot and disposing them all in his backpack, planning to bring it to the pantry later. “What if we shared these sandwiches Chayanne made me this morning, then? He is trying a new recipe and it's just delicious.”
The disgusted expression quickly melted away when they heard the mention of a new snack. Philza unwrapped it under Richas’ wide attentive eyes and offered him only to have his hand pushed away, the kid shaking his head furiously.
“What? Why? Did Tallulah tell you scary stories about her siblings’ cooking abilities too?”
Richas denied, looking a tad out of the place before apparently deciding on their words.
“You can keep it, tio! Chayanne made it for you and it's no problem, I am not hungry >:D”
Another sign.
“Besides, if I need some I can just go to Tio Bad's house and steal his refrigerator! I still have a lot in my backpack though.”
To show his point, the small one began pulling pot after pot of cooked goodies from his backpack: lasagna, soup, candies, more candies, chocolate, a not very good looking or even fresh bread, tamales… He proudly showed his collection, bouncing on the same spot before starting to put them back from where they came from.
This nestling…
“I am not saying that you don't have food. I know you're always prepared and I am pretty sure you even have one or two illegal items in your backpack too.” He rested his back on the tree behind him, careful to avoid hitting Missa's painting, smiling as his nephew stared at him with a mischievous glint in his eyes, bouncing on the same spot, not denying or confirming his suspicions. “But I still want to share a good sandwich with you, mate.”
Richas still didn't look convinced. He seemed to be listening, though. That was a good step.
“I am sure that Chayanne wouldn’t care too. He actually loves giving everyone good food and showing his skills to the island. Which is perfect. I can send him your thanks later.”
It was interesting how, even though all the similarities, every sibling was still very different from each other, in both their personalities and actions, and sometimes Philza liked to muse about it. At his words Richarlyson didn't nervously twist his fingers like Tallulah used to do when thinking hard about something or deviated his gaze like Chayanne when he knew what he wanted but thought that he should want another thing. Instead, the dragon fledgling watched him intently, looking for something.
They must have found it, because they smiled in an embarrassed manner and let his tail wag excitedly once, breaking the signs and walking to his side on the tree.
Philza handed them their sandwich and Richarlyson began eating, satisfied, small growling sounds escaping between each bite as they enjoyed the moment.
Without meaning to or even thinking too much about it, Philza answered back with a quiet, pleased caw, his right wing expanding to surround the little one, not locking her amidst his feathers, but creating a shield from the Sun.
(If only it could completely shield them from the dangers.)
“Do you like it?”
Richas answered by taking a large bite and ripping the sandwich in half, ears wiggling in contentment. The adult chuckled.
“Good to know, king.”
They spent some time like this before a sign was placed, successfully calling the other’s attention.
“How is it to have feathered wings, tio? Yours are so pretty! :D”
Flashes began filling his mind. The feeling of the wind hitting your face, the sound of the birds singing and chirping when flying in flocks, the adrenaline of falling without a single fear of hitting the floor, of expanding his wings and feeling each one of your feathers bristle in the air…
A light touch in one of his primaries shook him out of his memories and his eyes automatically flew to the… mess that were his wings now, with weak muscles and feathers missing from some spots.
Grimly, Philza could surely think about plenty of adjectives he could give them, “pretty” definitely weren’t one.
It was quite hard to focus on that when the fledgling kept carefully touching and looking at them with so much curiosity, however.
“It’s incredible.” He sighed, a mix of longing and awe painting his voice. “They can help with so much stuff, like, I’m not even kidding. Mine are very roughed up, especially after Purgatory, but when they were in their prime they were perfect not only for flying but also for shielding, holding stuff, attacking…There is a lot you can do with them. You also will probably be able to do all of this and more when yours grows.”
“You could attack with them? 0-0”
“Pff, yeah. Actually, you would be surprised about how many people wouldn’t be prepared to have a face full of feathers swinging with full force when fighting an avian.”
At the mention, he shook his black, glistering feathers in demonstration, finishing his sandwich with a final bite when a snorted squeal cut the air.
Philza turned around to see Richarlyson rubbing a spot on his neck, their other hand pushing his wing away while a small smile grazed his lips.
Hm.
“Also, you see those muscles?” He purposely brought his wing down, letting all the black feathers hit and briefly wiggle on the young’s face and neck, pretending to not notice the way he squeaked and jumped away, shoulders bouncing with the uncontrollable giggles that naturally resulted from the tickles. Philza continued as if nothing happened. “Lot of people don’t think too much about them, but to be able to carry a whole person, the muscles, tendons and bones need to have a lot of strength. So, being punched by them usually hurts a lot more than attentive enemies are prepared for and gives you plenty of time to run away or finish the fight.”
Richas rubbed the buzzing, tickly tingles left by the sudden attack of feathers away, airy titters still escaping from their mouth while they squinted suspiciously at the blonde, who seemed distracted enough by his explanation to realize the onslaught of accidental tickles.
The dragon risked a step closer. The conversation continued to flow without interruption.
“That is also why it’s important to always keep exercising your wings, especially during their initial growth or periods of recovery. Have you been building your core strength, mate?”
Brushing off the previous episode aside, Richas nodded, not helping the excited thrill that filled the air.
“Yes! Tio Bad taught me how and pai Mike has been trying to build a machine to fly with me so he is studying a lot of mechanics about how it works and accompanying me with the exercises. Pa Roier also said he will help me when he comes back, since he used to watch a lot of tia Jaiden and Bobby training.”
Philza tried to not visibly frown at the words. How long has Roier been sleeping, again?
He would have to ask Bagi and Fit for news later.
For now, he had a kid to distract.
“Sounds good. If you need any help you can call me, I wouldn’t mind giving you a few tips. Even if crow wings aren’t that close to dragon ones, they still have a lot in common.”
“Can you teach me the attacks? I want to surprise Dapper the next time he tries to fight me.”
The avian laughed. “Sure, king. Come a bit closer.”
Richas gave two more steps in his direction with wide watching eyes. “Alright, it depends a lot on your wingspan but usually you will need to be in close combat to use these techniques, so that is something to pay attention to. A good tactic you can have is to use them as a distraction.”
With a mischievous smirk, Philza began quickly moving his wings around the kid, letting them get close and then moving them away before he could touch them, the feathers skittering freely across his neck and ears with each swipe. When Richas squirmed to one side to hide, trying to push them away while firmly pressing his mouth shut so no squeak or squeal would escape, Philza simply attacked the other side, even managing to slip a few wiggling of the fluff feathers on his belly and armpits when the shirt would move up enough to reveal a bit of the scaled skin, catching a new giggly growl every time.
“And, when the target is sufficiently confused by them is the moment that you attack.”
Before the words could sink in the kid’s mind, Philza striked, giving to one of his sides a quick tweak, successfully fishing a loud yelp and managing to free a string of snickers that only grew louder and gigglier as he kept the soft, light feathery tickles intertwined them with more and more surprising squeezes and tweaks.
“You can keep it up as long as you need. Remember: confuse, confuse and attack.” Swipe. Swipe. Squeeze. “Again: confuse, confuse and attack.”
Laugh, laugh, laugh.
Richas gave up trying to push his wings and hands away, instead trying to hug himself to hide his most ticklish spots. However, the playful, soft and silly tickling kept following them no matter how much they wiggled or squirmed around, totally surrounding him with those fluffy bristles that made every single patch of skin buzz with a funny kind of electricity, freeing more and more squeaks between peals of uncontrollable laughter.
She started walking backwards, trying to put some distance between her and the tickles, almost stumbling on his own tail by how hard it was wagging in adrenaline and joy.
Philza’s eye twirkled with a gleeful shine.
He stopped his playful attack, but the young one kept stepping away.
“Another good technique that you can use is to create a physical barrier with your wings. It can be dangerous since your enemy can get a hold of them if you’re not careful but very useful in the case you want to stop them from touching you or, in our case,” Richarlyson’s back hit something soft but immovable and suddenly the wheezy titters and snickery snickers were back in full force once again, bordering on a hysterical laughter when skillful hands began scribbling and scratching his ribs. “Preventing them from getting away.”
His fingers danced and burrowed themselves in the space between their ribs, vibrating on the spot, which made a funny kind of squeaky growl escape from the dragon, more high pitched, bouncy laughter and unstoppable wiggles taking over him when the hands kept running away and attacking all over his torso. They spidered over his ribcage to then poke his armpits, or washed down to sneak some digging and squeezing on his stomach and also even skittered across his spine, pulling all kind of yelps, chortles, snorts and high pitched, wheezy laughter over and over again.
It took a few more minutes and a bunch more of snickering and wiggling - which was actually even worse now because each squirm made him sink even more on the tickly feathers - before the avian eventually let him go, chuckling in amusement at the way Richarlyson fell on the floor and curled in a ball, shoulders bouncing with the leftover giggles.
An amused snort was pried from the adult when they showed him their middle finger, trying with no success to frown in his direction while still smiling and snickering non stop, remnant sniggers twinkling freely in the air.
“That is a surprise tickle avian attack for you. Now you already know a few uses for your wings in a battle.”
The dragon nestling ignored him, dramatically rolling and turning around and away from the avian, still fully stretched on the floor as if he had just survived a fight for his life and not some harmless playful sillness. Philza chuckled a bit more, not resisting and giving his unprotected neck one last tickle, which immediately melted the half heartedly pout in a smile and made him turn back again and hold a tnt as a threat, making the adult laugh and pull his arms up in rendition.
Richas showed off his tongue and then fell dramatically on the ground again.
(It was good to him in a lighter spirits, again.)
Philza then got up, stretching and shaking his wings fervently, wincing a bit when their muscles trembled a tad more than normal while holding them, probably from getting so much exercise after being kept so long hidden and immobile.
Maybe he should follow his own advice and build more of their core strength.
Letting them rest, he went back to adjust a few more crates around before checking on his communicator to see if Chayanne or Tallulah had woken up.
It was almost evening now, and yet it showed not a single signal of life.
Hm.
Well, he could give them their cookies tomorrow if needed, there was still plenty of time before the end of the week.
A light poke hit him right below his shoulderblade and suddenly a loud giggly yelp was ripped from his throat. He turned around quickly only to find his own nephew looking at him with a malefic grin in his expression.
“No.” He said, wagging a finger in warning at them, already realizing their intentions just by the slight slow drag of their tail and the step they gave in his direction. His tune tried to come out as stern, but he was pretty sure that even the kid could see there was no real heat behind his words.
Richas answered him with an excited thrill, ignoring the threatening caw - more like a soft chip but he wasn’t about to admit it - he gave her in return.
“No. Richarlyson, you do not want to get into this fight with me, ok, mahahate?! Hey! No! Lehehet go!”
There was indeed a valiant and grandious fight. One of the most playful, silly and joyful ones to ever graze that land, they said. The winner was never revealed at the end but passing friends mentioned listening to plenty of surprised caws and giggly growls falling like waterfalls from the wall, especially when certain two other kids woke up to the lack of their father and went to investigate his whereabouts. They said that the growing match continued until the sun set.
Who knows, who knows.
And since that day, if Richas decided to visit his tio Phil more frequently and if Philza would take the habit of turning off his harvesting machinery from time to time to watch the clouds, that is nobody’s business but their own.
Tommy was quiet, which was odd, but he did have a good reason, he wanted to sneak up on Philza.
Tommy walked slowly, and quietly opened the door to the room Phil was in. He entered the room, closing the door behind him with a quiet click. He approached Phil, who was sat on the bed, then took a few steps back before running, jumping behind Phil.
He learned from Wilbur.
“PHILZA!” Tommy poked the olders sides with a grin.
Phil wasn’t doing much spacing out on the bed. He was thinking about shit going on, not the time and place to say what though. He flinched and jumped with a squawk, wings high up in the air, as he looked behind to see Tommy.
“Tommy what are you-!” Phil cut himself off upon realizing he was being tickled, covering his mouth and biting his lip.
“What does it look like I’m doing?” Tommy asked, squeezing up and down Phil’s sides, one hand moving to target his ribs while the other got his sides. “Tickling you, obviously.”
Phil squirmed slightly, small muffled snorts escaped his mouth as his ribs were touched, he bit his lip, trying his best to not laugh as the sensations increased more on his very ticklish body.
“Really Phil, tickling you too pieces and you won’t laugh for me? Come on, old man!” Tommy then blew a raspberry in the crook of Phil’s neck, grinning against the skin, as they moved a hand to scribble at his belly.
And that was the breaking point.
Phil squeaked and hunched forward, snickering and squirming. He wasn’t going to laugh, not gonna laugh, not gonna laugh not gonna laugh-
OH WAIT FUCK.
“PFFFT-HAHAHAHAHA! Hahahaha! Ahahaha! Nohoho-! Hahahaha!” Phil broke into loud wheezy happy giggles, squirming and laughing as his stomach was touched, squeaking once near his navel, wings twitching once his fingers was near it, his mouth was surprisingly still covered.
“There it is!” Tommy grinned, moving their positions and having Phil lay on his back, so he could pin the older down to have more access. Tommy lifted Phil’s shirt and blew a raspberry on his stomach, picking his head back up to see Philza’s reaction.
Phil squirmed and kicked attempting to escape from being pinned, wings flapping uselessly on the bedsheets, which some blankets flew off onto the ground below.
“AHAHAHAHA! NO! NO! NAHAHAT RASSBERRIES HAHAHAHAHA!” Phil cackled as he squirmed left and right, he arched his back up, kicking his legs out. He was slightly enjoying himself, he’s never been tickled this much, except once in his childhood.
Tommy blew a quicker, smaller raspberry just above Phil’s navel, gently squeezing his sides to let him know that he’d be done soon. The younger knew he hadn’t been tickled this much before: didn’t want to overwhelm him. “Why not? Does it tickle?”
Phil really wanted them to continue, he just couldn’t say it out loud. “Hehehe! Nohoho!” Phil giggled, his ears twitched and flapped, trying to say to Tommy to keep going. He can take it, he likes this.
“No? No? Then why are you laughing?” The younger reached behind him and quickly squeezed Phil’s thighs and knees before returning to targetting his sides.
Phil squealed, kicking his legs out, as he squirmed and cackled. He removed his hands from his mouth as he laughed. “ITIT TICKLES!”
“Yes, Phil, it is supposed to tickle. I’m tickling you.” The teen chuckled to himself, bringing his hands to vibrate his fingers into Phil’s underarms.
“Eep! Hahahaha!” Phil brought his arms down on top of Tommy’s hands, giggles slipping from his mouth as he attempted to catch his breath.
“You trapped my hands,” Tommy very obviously was lying, he could easily take his hands away. “You need to lift up your arms.”
Phil just couldn’t help himself but to laugh, it really tickles! Tommy speeding up the process made Phil giggle and keep his arms down.
“Philll~” Tommy teased, scratching at his hollows.
Phil giggled as his wing ears flapped and fluttered in anticipation, he slowly raised his arms up, flustered and red in the face, giggling quietly, he couldn’t help it, he liked it, and it tickled so much!
Tommy blinked, bit suprised Phil would be that quick, the younger wouldn’t be anyway.
Tommy removed his hands and then unpinned Phil, sitting next to the older with a wide grin. “Sneak attack, bitch.”
“Hehehehehe…whew…” Phil rolled onto his side, ears still flapping, as he hid his entire body with his wings, giggling quietly.
Tommy tilted his head. “You alright?” He now had a small smile on his face, running a hand through Phil’s hair.
Phil’s ears twitched from Tommy’s fingers near the tips of his feathered flapping areas on both sides of his head.
“Hehehe…! Not…used to being tickled like that…!” Phil tries containing his laughter from the tingling still on his body, he giggled still trying to catch his breath, his wing ears twitching still.
“My bad. We both know you loved it though,” Tommy teased lightheartedly, bringing his hand away and laying back on the bed.
Phil giggling slowed down as he laid on the bed, curling up slightly, he smirked, moving his hand under Tommy shirt and lightly as possible wiggling his fingers on Tommy’s belly. “Revenge little gigglebird~”
Tommy gasped, immediately turning away and covering his mouth to muffle his giggles. “No- nononoho! G- Go away!” His voice was muffled behind his hands.
Phil pulled Tommy close, scribbling up and down his sides and wiggling his fingers between his ribs, making sure the younger cracked. “Nope! Revenge gigglebird!”
Tommy tried to hold out. He really did. And he failed.
“Nohohoho! Ihihi dihiHIDN’T DOHO ANYTHIHihing!” He tried to squirm away, but were quickly weakened from laughing and from the tickles.
Phil cooed. “Dawww! There we go!” He squeezed his stomach, scribbling against his back ribs. “This is revenge for earlier! We will make it even later!”
“PIHIHISS OHOFFF!” Tommy curled in on himself as best he could, weakly pushing at Phil’s hands. His face was bright red, which made him thankful to be facing away from Phil.
Phil giggles, squeezing their hips, giggling to themselves. He couldn’t help it it was too cute.
Tommy shrieked, bucking his hips up and kicking out his legs. He made sure not to hit Phil, thankfully. “I DID NOHOHOTHING TO YOHOU!”
Phil smirked, giggling and blowing a raspberry on his stomach and hips, lightly nibbling on his sides.
“PFHAHAHA- NOHOHO! NAHAHAT THAHAT PLEHEHEASE!” Tommy weakly tried to push Phil’s head away with one hand, the other in a fist and punching the matress they lay on. It was almost unbearable.. almost.
“Ack-!” Phil was, well, let himself, be pushed onto his back by Tommy, he stopped completely, laying on the bed on his back, Tommy lunging for the other, Phil following behind.
The two were playfully wrestling and laughing together, it ended with Tommy having the upper hand on Phil, the two of them out of breath.
Tommy went limp for a few miniutes while taking in big gulps of air, his chest rising up and down with every breath.
“You little shihit,” Tommy muttered before springing up again and scribbling all over Phil’s stomach. “Fight me, bitch!”
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Phil broke into cackles which sounded like his normal laugh, just more wheezy, Phil immediately went limp once his stomach was tickled, squirming left and right to try and get Tommy off.
“Deserved!” Tommy exclaimed, vibrating his fingers against the gaps betwen Phil’s ribs with one hand, using the other to pinch at his hips.
Phil squirmed more. “TOMMY! NAHAHAT THAT-!” He was cut off by multiple flustered snorts escaping his mouth. “HAHAHA! NOHOHO!”
“Yes this! You deserve this!” Tommy exclaimed, speeding up the tickles.
Phil cackled loudly and squealed. “HAHAHAHA! WHAHAHAT DID I DO?!”
“You know what you did! You were very mean to me!” Tommy whined playfully, poking Phil’s stomach a few times before going back to his ribs, pinching up and down and vibrating his fingers against the bones.
“AH! HAHA! NOHOHO I WAS NOT-! HAHAHAHA!” Phil squirmed and tried covering his ribs with his hands, before he eventually wrapped his wings around his body, attempting to hide his flustered self.
“Wha- Yes you were, you prick!” Tommy flinched back a little when Phil covered himself with his wings. Now he couldn’t do anything.
“Move your damn wings-“ Tommy reached to try and gently get them out of the way, but he was afraid of harming the older and retracted his hand, instead just sitting with their hands in their lap, thinking. Phil wrapped himself more into the blanket- well his wings, should he even call them a blanket?
Tommy poked Phil’s wings noticing how the older flinched, he blinked then smiled. “Christ, man, are you juspt a walking tickle spot?” He questioned before running his fingers through the feathers of the older’s wings, his smile widening as the feeling of the feathers tickled his own hands, and the fact Phil lowered his wings, finally.
“Hehehehehehe! Hahahaha! Hahahaha!” Phil attempted to hide his flustered self into his hands, giggling and laughing wildly.
“No, none of that. You’ve already hidden yourself with your wings,” Tommy quickly and gently grabbed Phil’s hands, pulling them away and above the man’s head with one of his hands, the other still at Phil’s wings. “You’re not hiding with your hands, too.”
“You’re very flustered,” Tommy observed, “it’s adorable.” He lightly scribbled on Phil’s neck, switching to tracing his ear, and back and forth so Phil wouldn’t get used to it.
Phil giggled at the tickling on his neck and ears, his laughter was sweet, he giggles like a little kid, his blush getting darker, as he attempted to free his hands from Tommy. “Hehehehehehe! Hehehehe! Mahahate! Hahahaha-That tickles!”
Tommy tilted his head. “No, really? It does? I didn’t think me tickling you would tickle. Does this tickle as well? Come on man, you gotta tell me.” His voice dripped with sarcasm as he snuck a hand past Phil’s wings to squeeze up and down his sides. “It’s so obvious you like this, you let up so easily. Cute.”
“Hehehehehehe! Hehehehe!” Phil giggled, squirming slightly, small chirps peppering through his snorts and laughter.
“Phil, you gotta answer me. You’re adorable giggles aren’t enough to tell me what does and doesn’t tickle, for all I know you could be laughing at me! Are you making fun of me, old man?” Tommy tried to force his smile down, but it was near impossible. He giggled quietly, Phil’s laughter being contagious and that he found the man’s situation a little funny. “Are you? Are you?” With every ‘are you,’ Tommy poked Phil’s stomach. “Hm? Are you?”
“EEP! Hehehehe!” Phil giggled, his flustered blush getting more and more red. He couldn’t help but to laugh, it tickled for him!
“Phiilll~ You’re not answering me, guess I’ll just have to do this..” Tommy spoke with a teasing tone, very quickly and carefully moving Phil’s wings out of the way, so he could lift the older’s shirt and blow a raspberry right on the center of his stomach.
Phil screamed, squealing loudly. “HAHAHAHA! NAHAHAT-HAHAHAHAHA!” Phil flopped onto his back, cackling loudly, he couldn’t even respond because of his loud happy laughter.
“What was that? Did you say something? I can’t hear you through all this laughter. This is very serious Phil, that you would make fun of me, and you’re still laughing!” Tommy grinned— he knew exactly what he was doing, he looked at Phil before lowering his head again to blow another raspberry.
“HAHAHAHA! NOHOHO NAHAHAT ANOTHER-HAHAHA!” Phil cackled and flapped his wings, tears of laughter were beginning to form at the corner of his eyes.
“Yes another!” Tommy exclaimed, blowing another small raspberry directly on Phil’s navel.
“Hahahaha! HAHAHAHA NOHOHAHAHAHA!” Phil squealed, eventually the tears fell, and stroked his face as he laughed, grabbing onto Tommy’s wrists. “OKAY OKAY IM SORRY-PLEASE! MERCY!”
Once Tommy stopped, Phil still had tears still streaking his face, he was still blushing, flustered, as a few small chirps escaped his mouth, he practically became a giggly pile of goo, as he laid there almost lifeless.
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1. No Wilbur Fanart
2. No Goarge or Sapnap fanart (they make me uncomfortable)
3. No Ship content (unless it includes Kristin/Phil's Wife as Goddess of death)
4. No Jsclatt fanart (some are uncomfortable with him)
5. Have Fun
6. Reblog this post when you are done your art piece
7. Techno Fan art is allowed
8. Lee and Ler Dream is allowed
There is no prize, Just wanted to start something fun on my blog,
I am not apart of this, I am the judge :D
Ok so I was just watching Solid Helium on YT (go follow em they're awesome animators) but I came across this one Animation with a one sided tickle fight
this was both a prompt from my two weeks of lee tommy & just something i wanted to do in itself. soo here we are
summary: it’s tommy’s 19th birthday, and his friends believe they know just one more present to give him!
CC lee!tommy(he/him), CC ler!phil(he/him), CC ler!wilbur
word count: 1197
so sorry this is late:’)
Tommy woke up much later than usually— he was suprised to see the time say 12PM. How late did he fall asleep last night?
He sat up and opened his phone, scrolling on twitter and immediately saw thousands of birthday wishes. Jesus, he forgot it’s his birthday! How the hell did he forget his own birthday?
“Oh my god, I’m nineteen,” Was all Tommy could mutter before his door burst open. Tommy jumped, looking up terrified but relaxed upon seeing Wilbur and Phil enter the room.
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TOMMYYY!” The older men yelled in unsion, to which Tommy flinched at as he’d just woken up a few minutes ago. Wilbur threw a small box at Tommy’s head, giggling at the whine and complaint that came from the younger, even more when Phil scolded him.
Tommy tilted his head and opened the box. It was a note, clearly written by Wilbur;
There’s nothing in this box. We are taking you out to lunch, birthday lunch. Let’s go.
Tommy looked up, a very disappointed look on his face which sent Wilbur and Phil into a fit of loud laughter. Tommy couldn’t help but smile, and he faced down to hide it.
“Come on, Tom! Get up, let’s go!” Phil made his way over to Tommy, and literally dragged him by his arms. Wilbur was at the edge of Tommy’s bed, incase Tommy fell off amidst the dragging.
“Alrihihight! I’m uhup, Phihil let gohohooo!” Tommy whined through giggles, he found this amusing. The eldest of the three let go of Tommy, and he and Wilbur left the room so Tommy could get ready.
Around ten miniutes later Tommy was out the door with Phil and Wilbur. Wilbur settled on carrying Tommy around to get to their destination —which earned a few odd looks from people who walked by, but they didn’t care.
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Hours after they’d gotten back to Tommy’s place, the three men were watching a movie. Of course, the movie was of Tommy’s choice because it’s his birthday.
Tommy was sat in between Wilbur and Phil, but he was huddled very close to Wilbur and his head was rested on the brunette’s shoulder. It took a lot in Wilbur to not aw aloud, and he kept looking over at Phil with a look that pretty much said holy shit i’m going to explode he’s adorable.
Wilbur noticed the teen yawn, and he smiled. “Getting tired, Tommy?” Tommy shook his head.
“No, not tired,” He yawned again despite his words.
“Well,” Phil started, “If you’re not tired, perhaps it’s time for that little birthday tradition we’ve got for you?” Wilbur caught on immediately, smugly grinning at Tommy. It took Tommy a few seconds to process, and when he did? He got up and ran.
“I’ll get him,” Wilbur spoke before gettung up and running after Tommy. Phil stayed put, listening to the footsteps and screams from both boys.
It didn’t take long for Wilbur to enter the room, carrying Tommy —who was thrashing and squirming as much as he could, anything to get away despite not wanting to— in his arms. “Let go of me! Get away!”
“Hard pass,” Wilbur smiled, setting Tommy down onto the floor and quickly pinning him down. “Phil, get his arms for me?”
Phil nodded, holding Tommy’s arms up with one hand. He made sure he didn’t hold on very tight incase Tommy actually wanted his hands free. Tommy looked up at Wilbur, then at Phil. He tried to suppress his smile, but inevitably failed.
“Plehease, we can tahalk about thihis?” Tommy giggled nervously as Wilbur held up his hands in the shape of claws, right above his sides. He slowly moved his hands to get closer and closer, until they rested on Tommy’s sides. Phil was grinning at the sight, and Tommy was giggling like mad in anticipation.
“I don’t think we can. I mean, this is tradition! We do this every year, how did you forget?” Phil grinned, looking down at Wilbur before sitting next to Tommy, pinning his hands under his knees. Tommy whined out of embarrassment, “Noho.. not bohoth of you..!”
“Yes, both of us! You ready?” Wilbur spoke with a smug grin, slowly starting to wiggle his fingers where they rested on Tommy’s sides. The teen broke into light giggles almost immediately, turning his head to the side so he wouldn’t have to face his brother. This was far too embarrassing.
Without warning, Wilbur tazered both of Tommy’s sides with his pointer and middle fingers before suddenly scribbling and squeezing up and down his sides, sending Tommy into loud laughter. “WihIHIHILBuHUHUR!”
Phil giggled at the boy next to him, bringing one of his hands to pinch at Tommy’s ribs. Tommy shrieked, tugging for his hands to be free but was already weakened too much by the tickles.
“WHYHYHYHY!?” Tommy whined through his loud laughter, kicking his legs at the best of his ability with Wilbur having him pinned.
“Tradition, Tom! You know how to get this to stop,” Phil exclaimed, moving his hand to quickly scribble into Tommy’s underarm to get him to shriek before going back to his ribs.
Tommy was too focused on Phil to notice Wilbur had lifted the teens shirt to right below his ribs. He didn’t notice, until he felt a poke to his stomach to get his attention.
“Surprise!” Wilbur exclaimed before lowering his head and blowing a raspberry right on the center of Tommy’s stomach, causing the blonde to shriek and arch his back before slamming right back down onto the floor.
“WIHIHIHILBUHUHUR!” Tommy screamed, managing to pull his arms free and push Wilbur off and away from him. Tommy quickly curled into a ball next to Phil, breathing heavily with a wide smile still on his face. He was already tired to begin with, so he didn’t have much stamina.
“Plehease.. nohoho.. noho mohohore…” Tommy was still giggling from the phantom tickles, his face and ears bright red.
“Toms, we’re done. Don’t worry,” Wilbur’s smile became fond, and he gently lifted Tommy up and carried him bridal style to the couch. He pretended to drop Tommy twice, scaring the life out of Tommy as he shrieked and wrapped his arms around Wilbur both times he did it. Phil lightheartedly scolded Wilbur as the brunette let out his hyena-like laugh.
When the three were sat on the couch, Tommy stayed cuddled closer to Wilbur. He was squished between him and Phil, but he stayed closest to Wilbur. “You guys are mean,” Tommy muttered.
“You agreed to have that be tradition,” Wilbur and Phil reminded the teen in unison. Tommy rolled his eyes.
Tommy soon found it hard to keep his eyes open, and once he fully closed them he was out like a light. Wilbur cooed aloud, as Tommy wasn’t awake to hear and couldn’t kill him for it. Phil found it adorable, but didn’t express it verbally. Wilbur could tell through the look in his eyes and the fond smile on his face what Phil was thinking. And he thought the same;
Tommy is by far the most adorable teenager on this planet.
